After a long day… When the body is exhausted.. mind worn out and soul tired … I look for you You are my home, to which I want to come back to, a home where just being with… Brings me joy, brings me peace, brings me a sense of belonging.. A home that allows me…
Category: Flash fiction
My idea of happiness
Everyone has their own idea of happiness…So do I. I know it doesn’t fit into your definition — it’s not spiritual, it’s not complete. It’s pure, plain materialism. Tangible things I can feel on my skin, in my throat, in my stomach. Things that satiate me. Things that make me feel full to the brim….
Happy Secret…
You are my happy secret The one I hold close to my heart The one that brings a smile to me When I think of you post the life goes dark You are my happy secret Of whom I may not speak to people much In the deep chamber of my heart Treasures of moments…
फिर गुजरेंगे लम्बे दिन ऑफिस के कामों में
चलो बताओ कौनसी कहानी सुनाओगे कोई नई पेश होगी या फिर पुराणीवाली दोहराओगे कुछ दिन शुरू के रोज़ बातें होंगी फिर दिन लम्बे काम के और रातें घर वालों के नाम होंगी वह नाजुक से पल जब दिल धड़का था किसी डायरी में कर देंगे कैद उन्हें फिर किताबों में छुपी शायरी लब्ज़ दर लब्ज़…
Bygone Day
She sat in front of him in full vulgarityHer fat unshaped self.. no attempts to hideHer face was tired, worn, not a speck of vanity shown Her mood was like a deep trench with the storm brewing withinHer words were sharp with sudden mellow notesHer failed attempts at flirting while still sulking on the bygone…
Excuse
smallest of speck so deeply preservedthe love so dark barely unnerved to whom she holds true one never will knowfor faith of love, the trust betrayed to the core life she lives, she forgives time and againoften it demands the leeway to give away temptations to blame and live an excusehow easy to blame and…
तू जेव्हा पोटाशी घेतेस
तू जवळ घेतलास कि जग थांबतं,
तू जवळ असलीस कि मन शांत होतं,
Release Her
She was dressed in her usual attire, the cotton well-draped saree, dangling earrings, big bindi, and kajal that made her eyes look stunning. I arrived late, she was waiting anxiously, her fingers tapping on the mobile on the table and her eyes searching for a known face. Beautiful, she looked like a new bride—unsure, not…
The Ended Dawn…
Block… UnblockThe night continued….With tired swollen eyesShe pursued the thought relentlesslyCounting the goods over bad,Possibilities over endHe loves me, he loves me not,Her right mind said to left Oh how she re-thought every word, every action,To find a way to blame herself, Not tarnishing her white…. pure unstained love Days passed and so did nights,The…
ओंजळ…..
संध्याकाळ लांबत गेली की ती नको नकोशी वाटते संध्याकाळच्या शक्यतांन पेक्ष्या रात्रीची शांतता सुखावते नको नवीन उमेद, अंधारच बरालख्ख उजेडात फाटक्या आयुष्याची लक्तरे दिसण्यापेक्षा, चाचपडत लावलेला अंदाजच बरा तुझ्या रंगात रंगताना तुझी परवांगी घेणं राहून गेलंतूझ्यात संपताना आधी तुला सांगण राहून गेलं गेला तो काळ, राहून गेले आठवणींचे अस्पष्ट वृण तू मात्र मोकळा झालास, माझी…
Goodbyes….
The grey sky, the clouds, the drizzling raindrops, the swaying branches, the noise of wind, the wet leaves, the rhythm of the day. The finches fly, to and fro building nest upon the tree top, How high is high for them to be safe If not the predator, the nature – branch will sway…
Growing Old
she : I want to grow old with you he : don’t you see my love… we are ….
कुछ बदल नहीं जाता…
कुछ दिन नहीं लिखने सेकुछ बदल नहीं जाता कहानिया तभी वही थीअभी वही हे कुछ लोग शायद आगे बढ़ जायेंगेकुछ यादें धुंधलीसी नजर आएंगी पर कुछ दिन नहीं लिखने सेकुछ बदल नहीं जाता मेरा वक़्त, मेरा आसमानमेरी जमीं, मेरी पहचानकहने की तोह चार बातें हैएक “माँ” की पुकार से सब की सब पीछे छूट जाती…
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तुला पाहायचीतुझी गोष्ट तुझा अवजत ऐकायची तुझाशी बोलयाचीतुझा आणि फक्ता तुझाच बरोबर घालवायची सकाळची पाचच मिनिटं…
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